Orient, Orient, Orient,
I hear you calling me,
I repent, I repent the day I left to sail across the sea.

CHORUS:
Orient, you seem to be calling
While the twilight shadow’s falling,
Night-time while the moon above’s beaming,
Of your wond’rous caravans I’m dreaming,
I can hear the whisp’ring palm trees,
And their whispers seem to make me blue,
Orient, you seem to be calling
And I’m coming back to you.

I’ve been true, I’ve been true
To those dreamy Oriental lands,
I’m so blue, I’m so blue,
I’m longing for those desert caravans.